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Thursday, June 29, 2017

You know what, I'm not going to "quiet" my kidanymore. And I'm not going to "pretend" anymore, for the sake of social norms, that my child doesn't, or isn't, feeling something he can't "appropriately" communicate (based off other people's comfort levels or skewed terms of acceptability). Because guess what, "normal" doesn't exist anymore. And it never did, actually. I'm just sad, and sorry, it took me so long to wake up. But here it is, I'm not in a "fog" anymore. And I'm happy to say, I'm not going to worry about "you" anymore. So, for the record:

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Since the awkward years of girlhood, I've been scribbling it all down. Yet, my desire to write and tell a story truly intensified after the birth of my first child, Aksel. (Who was diagnosed with autism at 20-months-old.)
With the support of an understanding husband, two boys, and a dog-like cat, I'm conversing with the world about life, love, and the mommy lessons along the way. Oh, and my experiences raising a special-needs child, too.
Expect a lot of baby talk without the babble.